There is a sort of sadness that ensues in the midst of the pure joy you feel when you finally unite with your twin soul. You realize the gravity of that saying “all good things come to an end.” When you have everything… when you have that fire… you realize that just like the fire that runs its course, so too do the lives of you and your twin flame.
That is the most depressing thought of all.
Finally, Karma was good to me. She finally allowed for us to find one another and experience more love than most people could ever dream of. And one day, she will take that away. I like to think that a love such as this will never be extinguished; that it will continue to burn beyond death and for all eternity. However, I don’t know if that’s real or an idea people have to believe in order to keep on living as mortals.
I try so damn hard to live in the present and to just enjoy this indescribable precious thing that I have, but I am constantly reminded that one day, I may not have that anymore. The force which brought us together will decide when we have had our fill and retract. I guess it wasn’t ours to begin with, but why give something so undeniably the greatest thing in the universe and then take it away? How does that even make any sense?
It seems as though the universe finds joy in the greatest of tragedies, or maybe it is only through these tragedies that love like this can exist at all. Maybe death is what fuels the flame of life and of love. If that is the case, I have to thank the destruction which allowed me to revel in this intense love for as long as I am privileged to partake of it.
I don’t know how that makes much sense either, but I dread the day that I will pass from this world and leave this love behind. I hope and pray that I can take it along with me or that I will be endowed with another life to find him again.
60 more years with you just doesn’t seam like enough time. Fuck, a million wouldn’t suffice either. I need you forever.